Beta12
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"First comes the day
Then comes the night.
After the darkness
Shines through the light.
The difference, they say,
Is only made right
By the resolving of gray
Through refined Jedi sight."
After the darkness
Shines through the light.
The difference, they say,
Is only made right
By the resolving of gray
Through refined Jedi sight."
Adan repeated a poem from the Journal of the Whills, rather absentmindedly, as he leaned against the outer wall of the Holy City. The walls themselves glowed pale and pink, in the setting sun, but the beautiful sunset was completely lost on the Miralukan. A small transport waited not far off, hovering above the fine sands of the Moon as Adan waited for the Initiate who had answered his call. Nak Ammati, a young Nautolan, had already had his name passed around the healers of Jedha. Apparently, despite his youth, he was quite the skilled healer, toting abilities that could almost rival a Knight of the order. That in itself was enough to attract Adan, and the fact that he was willing to tour the complex pointed toward a bravery common among initiates of the order. In truth, Adan was at first skeptical of the claims made by the frightened citizenry of NiJedha. Despite the fact that the complex was so close to the Holy City, most of its residents refused to go within several miles of the location. It was haunted, as rumors go, but Adan held little stock in rumors. At least they were rumors until Adan had heard the recording.
Moans, screams, and tortured sounds bounded along the sands and rocks of the desert, and some citizen had been brave enough to record the incident. Apparently, the people of NiJedha had not been mistaken when they claimed the calls of the dead haunted Cadera. However, while the recording itself kept the citizenry at bay, it only compelled Adan to call for an expedition. There was obviously a source behind the noises, and perhaps that source would reveal a mystery, or hidden truth, that Adan had been craving since he first stepped foot on the planet. Such mysteries would have to wait until the Initiate showed himself, however, so Adan returned to his poem and continued to wait.
@Kaane